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[aid] => mick
[title] => Holdin On
[time] => 2006-04-14 04:42:33
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[bodytext] => Beaten Belated Its coming to my door I dont want to be taken Wisped wind I feel you near The lights din Charcoled days Whiten nights Its time to hold ur withered hand Am I allowed to be sad? Hope this ride is as bumpy as my last ride Mr Reaper A sudden glance The face was disarrayed "I have made a mistake" And with a flash my hand was release No don't go I'm resolving, Resolved I wanna go, don't leave me here Mr Reaper I felt death and I want it [comments] => 2 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lips [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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